Putting the clothes scattered on the ground back on my body one by one, I walked out of the bedroom with confusion, and looked around involuntarily along the way.
The fragrance came from the kitchen, arousing my appetite.
I turned my head along the smell and saw her standing in front of the gas stove, humming a joy song, leaving me with a seductive back.
She obviously just took a shower.
My hair was scattered behind me, and the bath towel was just right, just one step away from being uncovered. It just covered my butt, but it exposed the white thighs under my butt to my sight, making me dizzy.
According to inferred, her age should be almost the same as my mother.
However, her skin, her charming face, her soft and sexy figure, and the lightness emitted by her every move give me the illusion of my peers.
ah!?
A scream awakened me from my contemplation.
When I came to my senses, I saw her hand hanging on the open cabinet door and looked at me in amazement.
You got up?
Um……
She stared at my body with her eyes black and moist, three points of shyness and seven points of movement.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little confused, but it was only a moment before I realized the meaning of her eyes.
Me, that one I swallowed and applied it, trying to hide the embarrassment and calm myself down.
Have you seen my clothes? I don’t know where to go to my top.
Um……
She nodded slightly, her cheeks shy, avoiding my gaze.
The delicate little hand slowly raised and gently stroked it against the undulating breasts.
On the balcony.She replied softly, and then said gently: I finished washing yesterday and left it there.
oh oh!
Following her gaze, I turned around and looked in the opposite direction of the kitchen.
Sure enough, through the glass, I saw my top swaying in the wind on the balcony clothes rack.
Locking the target, I mobilized every muscle in my body, and under her gaze, I walked towards the balcony with stiff steps.
When I was putting on my clothes and preparing to go back to the house, I found my cell phone next to the TV in the living room.
Just lay under the cigarette case, close to the lighter.
This should have been put there yesterday, and I said why can't I find it?
I know that smoking is not good.
I started smoking only after I entered society.
The work pressure is high, and it is inevitable to encounter all kinds of troubles, and there are more and more things to consider and worry about.
To relieve stress, I would light a cigarette before going to bed every day and burn it out with meditation, using it as the end of the day.
It was afternoon, and it wasn't time to smoke, but my body told me: Go fuck it!
Hurry up, I'm almost annoyed.
So I picked up my cigarette and cell phone, went to the balcony again, pulled out one and stuffed it into my mouth, and lit it without hesitation.
Hiss
The spicy smoke poured into the lung lobes as I swallowed and spit, and I quietly waited for nicotine to flow along the blood and awakened my brain.
After a few seconds, the familiar dizziness returned to me.
I held a cigarette in my mouth and looked down at my phone.
It's my phone, but there are many fine cracks on the corners of the screen. It should be because I fell down after getting drunk yesterday.
I tried to press the power-on button, and the cigarette was halfway through the fire and I didn't see the screen light up, and I was sure it should be out of power.
After extinguishing the cigarette, I put my phone in my pocket and squeezed the cigarette butt to the bathroom.
At this time, she was using a glass kettle to collect water in the sink. When she heard my footsteps, she looked back at me, smiled shyly, and focused on her own business.
When I opened the door, a hot steam came to my face.
The ground was wet, so I observed it left and right, walked in and closed the door.
Pull out a piece of paper from the paper box and wrap the cigarette butts into the toilet. I made it easier for me and decisively pressed the flush button.
Experience tells me that cigarette butts must not be thrown into the trash can.
The smell of tar is extremely clear for a person who does not smoke even with rotten food as a cover.
It is even more impossible to throw it downstairs, as it is thrown from a high altitude.
Moreover, it is afternoon now, and the community is full of people. The best way to deal with it is to wrap it in paper and throw it into the toilet and flush it away.
After doing all this, the guilty anxiety in my heart has obviously diminished a lot.
When I came to the mirror, the face that appeared in the mirror was blurred by water vapor, and the clear facial features and contours became softer.
I wiped the fog, was startled by myself in the mirror, and almost screamed.
Pale, without a trace of blood.
The face in the mirror showed a pathological gray color, as if it was about to die.
The lilac lips indicate how much alcohol the owner of this body instilled yesterday.
The blood-covered eyes emitted a painful luster, their beards were unshaven, their hair was messy, and they looked nothing as handsome as before, leaving only down and hideous.
I hurriedly lowered the faucet and buried my entire head in the pool.
In the refreshing state, I felt the tearing and convulsions after the hangover fluttering away and fading away.
As the cold water poured on my body, I felt my heart start to beat violently.
I breathed heavily and carefully cleaned my messy head.
After a lot of work, mine finally became much cleaner.
However, I couldn't tell who the towel I felt was.
However, I can't care about so much now.
I believe she wouldn't care about this little thing.
If Xiaoxiao noticed something, I think she could fool her.
After cleaning, I looked at myself in the mirror again. I was still sick and weak, but it was much better than before.
At least the ferocious and terrifying feeling disappeared.
I nodded with satisfaction, shook off the towel, hung it again, tidied it up, and after confirming that it was nothing, I turned around and left the bathroom.
The flames of the stove fire were extinguished at some point, and the frying pan that was originally placed on it was soaking in the pool.
Her figure was no longer found in the kitchen.
There was a noise in the restaurant. I looked up and saw her with her back facing me, busying herself with all her heart.
In the sun, she is like an elf walking out of a fairy tale.
Fair skin is firm and smooth, and can be broken.
A pleasing face, extraordinary exquisiteness, and awesome flowers.
The concave and convex figure is plump and full, charming and charming.
She absent-mindedly put all her hair behind her ears, as if she was stroking it on the tip of my heart.
The exposed side face left a smile, and every move was full of laziness caused by the full satisfaction of carnal desire.
Looking at her back, a strange feeling began to surge in my chest.
I know what it is.
But I didn't expect that it began to rise slowly less than half an hour later.
I walked towards her.She seemed to have not heard it, and was still immersed in her own world.
When I arrived at the restaurant door, I stopped, motionless, and my eyes shot straight towards her lower body.
At this time, her right leg bent slightly and her toes gently tapped on the ground.
Because she was leaning over, her waist sank slightly, and the bath towel that just covered her butt moved upwards. Her half-covered buttocks formed a graceful curve, which was displayed in my eyes together with the Yuhu.
Smooth and moist, a pair of pink lips with fat and tedious revealing a little bit of clam meat.
The Fengliu point opens and closes slightly, and the trickle rushes outward, flowing into the female, applying a bit of touching and charming to the rosy petals.
I was attracted, and I watched blankly, and the crystal clearness in the sun kept flashing in my mind.
Everything that was tender to her surged into my heart again.
The hot temperature, the tight wrap, the faint soft flesh, sucking and squirming, bringing me a numb pleasure.
I couldn't help but fall into fantasy, felt the pulsation of my lower body, woke up from my sleep, raised my head again, and prepared for the next charge.
Just looking at me, I felt like I was trapped in.
At this moment, I seemed to be struggling in and out of her body, and she was under me, like a tamed wild horse, taking me on the road of carnality.
You're out!?She stood up and looked back at me, and she was only happy in her words: Eat quickly, I just made it, try the coffee I made!
I hurriedly withdrew my gaze, showed a stiff smile, and sat upright across from her with guilt.
She put down the teapot and sat down openly, like a girl in a passionate love period, supporting her chin with her hands and looking at me with a smile, her eyes soft and filled with the smell of happiness.
Fried eggs, bacon, toast, and a cup of aromatic hot coffee next to it, a typical Western breakfast configuration.
It's already past four o'clock in the afternoon and it's almost dusk.
Facing this combination full of frustrations, I couldn't help but want to say something, but looking up at her eyes, I didn't know what to say.
The enthusiasm in her eyes almost melted me. If she had a tail, I think that tail should be swaying at an extremely fast frequency, almost catching up with the propeller of the helicopter.
Unable to resist her gaze, I picked up the coffee and took a sip.
The taste is really good, neither burnt nor sharp, and it is just right.
Unlike instant coffee, if you want to make your hand-made coffee delicious, you need to accumulate long-term experience.
Being able to make such delicious coffee in such a short time is enough to show her kung fu and her level of attentiveness.
The pleasure brought by Wei Lei cannot be hidden.
She read from my expression to the satisfaction, and she burst into an extremely bright smile.
Don't just drink coffee, she said happily, eat something while it's hot.
Um.
I put down the cup, picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into my mouth.
Crispy, toasted slices of bread, the fragrance is completely activated, and as I chew, the unique fragrance of the malt lingers between my lips and teeth.
I kept nodding and gave her a look of approval.
Her bright eyes began to flash in an instant, extremely moving, showing her inner joy and happiness without reservation.
I seemed to see the entire starry sky in her eyes, and even the night could not cover it up.
Since I was a child, I have never been looked at by such eyes, so I started to be stunned unconsciously.
Seeing that my eating speed slowed down a bit, she began to urge me to eat soon.
I woke up from the wandering and quickly stuffed the remaining bread into my mouth.
She saw that I was eating quickly and urgently, and she panickedly slowed down.
Seeing that the meal was more tired than going to bed, I couldn't help laughing.
Hearing me laugh, she suddenly realized that her performance just now seemed a little too far, and she couldn't help but turn red, she lowered her head shyly, pinched a corner of the tablecloth with both hands and rubbed it to relieve her inner embarrassment.
I quickly wiped out the food in front of me, picked up the coffee and drank it all, looked at the time, pondered for a moment, cleared my throat and sat opposite her and said: I'm having a meal.
Oh, have you finished eating?
Her answer looked a little overwhelmed.
It's getting late, so it's time for me to go back.
Don't sit for a while?
Her face changed, and she suddenly looked up at me, and the loss in her eyes almost overflowed.
It looks so pity-like, like an abandoned child.
I couldn't help but stare at her and couldn't help but fall into a dilemma.
Sit for another...
Let's sit for a while.Seeing me hesitating, she hurriedly took over the conversation, no need to worry, she came back only after laughing and laughing.
Oh well.
She renewed another cup for me and poured herself.
We sat face to face, looked down at our cup, and fell into a long silence.
During this period, I wanted to speak many times, but I swallowed it back when I got to my mouth.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward, almost condensing into pieces.
In the end, I fell to the feet of curiosity and plucked up the courage to ask her: I was yesterday...
you say!
She sat upright and reacted very much, which scared me so much that I almost bit my tongue.
How did I come here yesterday?
She obviously understood the meaning of my words, and the temperature on her face suddenly began to rise, and everything from her neck to her ears turned pink.
You...you...drink too much yesterday...
Um.
Then... you vomited... I'll clean it up for you...
Um.
You spit on your clothes...I want to wash it for you...
I'm really troubled you.
I smiled bitterly and said apologetically.
She waved her hand quickly, her big eyes closed tightly because of shyness, and she didn't dare to look at me.
Then, what happened later?
Later... Later...
Her head became deeper and deeper, and her voice became weaker and weaker.
Later... after washing... I saw you lying on the ground again... I was afraid you would catch a cold... so I wanted to help you get up... and let you sleep on the sofa...
Um.
As she told me, a picture began to appear in my mind: a drunkard, who had drunk too much, ran to someone else's house to make trouble at night, rolled around and vomited everywhere.
But her next story added a weird filter to this picture.
The rapid development of the plot really caught me off guard.
Me, just as I was about to help you up, you suddenly hugged me and started crying like a child.Her speech speed suddenly began to speed up, and she seemed very quick.
Not only that, this story seems more vivid than before. I can completely infer what happened last night from her now.
I was panicked at that time and didn't know what to do, so I could only hold you in my arms and try to comfort you.She said in panic, almost crying.
I frowned, looking very calm on the surface, but only I know.
At this time, my legs were too tight and I had already started to lose my strength.
Then what?I tried my best to control my emotions, but I was still scared by my hoarse voice.
After that, what happened?
After that... coax... coax...
The more she spoke, the redder her face became, and the lower her head became.
The voice is so weak that it is almost negligible that it gives people the illusion that it is not narrating, but conspiring for something.
So I coaxed it to the bed...
After the story was finished, she breathed a deep sigh of relief, like a little girl, lowered her head in panic, completely losing the courage to look at me.
And I, rather than sitting there, I was hanging on a chair.
Is this gone?
Um……
All right……
The answer she said was very different from my guess, but it was obviously not the answer I wanted.
At this moment, my mind was in a mess and I had no idea how to continue the topic.
After a lot of struggle, I decided to face up to the predicament in front of me and said in a tone of doom: What are you going to do next?Call the police?
Um?She let out an incredible hum from her throat.Call the police?Why?
Forehead……
I don't know how to explain it to her, but reason told me that it's better to handle this situation carefully.
The first thing I have to do is to find out her view on this matter before making a decision.
After all, you and I have this relationship.After listening to what you just told me, it seemed like I forced you to have a relationship.Legally, I have constituted the fact that I have committed a crime.I act calm enough as much as possible, but the despair in my words is still exposed. If you want to hold me criminally responsible, I will cooperate with you as much as possible.After all, this incident has had a certain harm to your physical, psychological and reputation.
Eh?She looked surprised and asked loudly: Is that true?
I can't guess whether this reaction is real or pretending, but judging from her performance just now, her attitude towards this matter was obviously more positive than I expected.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that the same is true.
She didn't say just now that she took the initiative, or I was the one who took the initiative.
Based on my understanding of myself, I was probably drunk at that time and couldn't even stand steadily.
She took off my clothes.
And I was dizzy and dizzy because of excessive drinking, and it was so uncomfortable that I should not have the intention to do such things.
But if she took the initiative, why did she?
She obviously remembers me, otherwise she wouldn't have opened the door for me.
Logically speaking, in the middle of the night, a drunkard came up to smash the door. Shouldn’t a normal person call the police immediately?
It’s not about relatives or bad things. Why should people invite you into the house and take care of you with great effort?
Also, since she remembers me, she should know my relationship with her daughter.
If she did it intentionally, how could she face her daughter after the matter was exposed?
As a mother, a brother who takes the initiative to devote himself to his children.
This is not AV shooting, who would do such a thing??
I can't figure it out, but the problem is right in front of me, and it won't work if I don't solve it.
What do you plan to deal with this matter?I asked as calmly as possible.
Do you need to inform Xiaoxiao?
Well... Her face changed and she looked very embarrassed.
Or... don't want it...
I felt relieved when I heard her say this.
Then we...
Halfway through the conversation, I stopped quickly and didn't dare to mention it again.
She didn't ask or say anything, but just fell into silence and didn't see any reaction for a long time.
I secretly looked at her expression and savored a hint of loss and sorrow from her pale face.
She seemed to be making some difficult decision, and she had found the answer.
But she was still hesitating whether to give the answer.
A drop of crystal flashed, hanging on the corner of her eyes, and more and more accumulated. I felt the bitterness and sorrow of reluctance from that glimmer of light.
Tears fell on the back of her hand, spread out, reflected in my heart, shining with stars like the Milky Way.
I remembered her smart eyes again.
When it sounded at this moment, there was not only starlight, but also a little tenderness was hidden in the darkness.
As a devil, I took the initiative to speak out and say a slightly frivolous joke to resolve her sadness.
No matter what, I still have to thank you for helping me enter the palace of adulthood.I had always been worried that I would live alone to live a long life, but I didn’t expect that I was still quite charming!
She was stunned for a moment, quickly looked up and looked at me in a daze, obviously not eased from the mood just now.
By the way, it's not too late.I said with a smile: If I don’t leave, when Xiaoxiao comes back, I will really not be able to explain it clearly.
oh oh.She stood up in a daze.I'll send you there.
Ugh, I looked up and down at her, deliberately staying between my chest and legs, and said in an exaggerated tone: No.If you go out and are seen by others, I will be jealous!
She first cast a stunned look at me, then she shuddered, her hands tightly protected her chest, and returned to her squeaky little daughter's behavior again.
Well, OK.Then I won't give it to you... She said blushingly.
You'll be slower on the way.
I focused my head and gave her a big smile.
Then he stood up cleanly, walked towards the gate quickly.
However, just as I opened the door and was about to take a step forward, she rushed up and stopped me anxiously.
I was shocked and turned around and looked at her for a long time, but she stammered for a long time, but in the end she couldn't tell me why.
Slow down the road.
This is her farewell word to me. I didn't say anything, but just smiled at her.
The door is tightly closed.
In the elevator, I fell into deep thought and recalled all the things she had when she parted.
Finally, I guessed that she wanted to say the sentence she wanted to say, but didn't have the courage to say it.
Will you come again?
It's just that I can't verify this answer with her.
Thinking of this, a ripples appeared in my heart.
Against this intriguing emotion, I unconsciously began to make up for it, wanting to give this question a relatively satisfactory ending.
Maybe... maybe...
The fragrance came from the kitchen, arousing my appetite.
I turned my head along the smell and saw her standing in front of the gas stove, humming a joy song, leaving me with a seductive back.
She obviously just took a shower.
My hair was scattered behind me, and the bath towel was just right, just one step away from being uncovered. It just covered my butt, but it exposed the white thighs under my butt to my sight, making me dizzy.
According to inferred, her age should be almost the same as my mother.
However, her skin, her charming face, her soft and sexy figure, and the lightness emitted by her every move give me the illusion of my peers.
ah!?
A scream awakened me from my contemplation.
When I came to my senses, I saw her hand hanging on the open cabinet door and looked at me in amazement.
You got up?
Um……
She stared at my body with her eyes black and moist, three points of shyness and seven points of movement.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little confused, but it was only a moment before I realized the meaning of her eyes.
Me, that one I swallowed and applied it, trying to hide the embarrassment and calm myself down.
Have you seen my clothes? I don’t know where to go to my top.
Um……
She nodded slightly, her cheeks shy, avoiding my gaze.
The delicate little hand slowly raised and gently stroked it against the undulating breasts.
On the balcony.She replied softly, and then said gently: I finished washing yesterday and left it there.
oh oh!
Following her gaze, I turned around and looked in the opposite direction of the kitchen.
Sure enough, through the glass, I saw my top swaying in the wind on the balcony clothes rack.
Locking the target, I mobilized every muscle in my body, and under her gaze, I walked towards the balcony with stiff steps.
When I was putting on my clothes and preparing to go back to the house, I found my cell phone next to the TV in the living room.
Just lay under the cigarette case, close to the lighter.
This should have been put there yesterday, and I said why can't I find it?
I know that smoking is not good.
I started smoking only after I entered society.
The work pressure is high, and it is inevitable to encounter all kinds of troubles, and there are more and more things to consider and worry about.
To relieve stress, I would light a cigarette before going to bed every day and burn it out with meditation, using it as the end of the day.
It was afternoon, and it wasn't time to smoke, but my body told me: Go fuck it!
Hurry up, I'm almost annoyed.
So I picked up my cigarette and cell phone, went to the balcony again, pulled out one and stuffed it into my mouth, and lit it without hesitation.
Hiss
The spicy smoke poured into the lung lobes as I swallowed and spit, and I quietly waited for nicotine to flow along the blood and awakened my brain.
After a few seconds, the familiar dizziness returned to me.
I held a cigarette in my mouth and looked down at my phone.
It's my phone, but there are many fine cracks on the corners of the screen. It should be because I fell down after getting drunk yesterday.
I tried to press the power-on button, and the cigarette was halfway through the fire and I didn't see the screen light up, and I was sure it should be out of power.
After extinguishing the cigarette, I put my phone in my pocket and squeezed the cigarette butt to the bathroom.
At this time, she was using a glass kettle to collect water in the sink. When she heard my footsteps, she looked back at me, smiled shyly, and focused on her own business.
When I opened the door, a hot steam came to my face.
The ground was wet, so I observed it left and right, walked in and closed the door.
Pull out a piece of paper from the paper box and wrap the cigarette butts into the toilet. I made it easier for me and decisively pressed the flush button.
Experience tells me that cigarette butts must not be thrown into the trash can.
The smell of tar is extremely clear for a person who does not smoke even with rotten food as a cover.
It is even more impossible to throw it downstairs, as it is thrown from a high altitude.
Moreover, it is afternoon now, and the community is full of people. The best way to deal with it is to wrap it in paper and throw it into the toilet and flush it away.
After doing all this, the guilty anxiety in my heart has obviously diminished a lot.
When I came to the mirror, the face that appeared in the mirror was blurred by water vapor, and the clear facial features and contours became softer.
I wiped the fog, was startled by myself in the mirror, and almost screamed.
Pale, without a trace of blood.
The face in the mirror showed a pathological gray color, as if it was about to die.
The lilac lips indicate how much alcohol the owner of this body instilled yesterday.
The blood-covered eyes emitted a painful luster, their beards were unshaven, their hair was messy, and they looked nothing as handsome as before, leaving only down and hideous.
I hurriedly lowered the faucet and buried my entire head in the pool.
In the refreshing state, I felt the tearing and convulsions after the hangover fluttering away and fading away.
As the cold water poured on my body, I felt my heart start to beat violently.
I breathed heavily and carefully cleaned my messy head.
After a lot of work, mine finally became much cleaner.
However, I couldn't tell who the towel I felt was.
However, I can't care about so much now.
I believe she wouldn't care about this little thing.
If Xiaoxiao noticed something, I think she could fool her.
After cleaning, I looked at myself in the mirror again. I was still sick and weak, but it was much better than before.
At least the ferocious and terrifying feeling disappeared.
I nodded with satisfaction, shook off the towel, hung it again, tidied it up, and after confirming that it was nothing, I turned around and left the bathroom.
The flames of the stove fire were extinguished at some point, and the frying pan that was originally placed on it was soaking in the pool.
Her figure was no longer found in the kitchen.
There was a noise in the restaurant. I looked up and saw her with her back facing me, busying herself with all her heart.
In the sun, she is like an elf walking out of a fairy tale.
Fair skin is firm and smooth, and can be broken.
A pleasing face, extraordinary exquisiteness, and awesome flowers.
The concave and convex figure is plump and full, charming and charming.
She absent-mindedly put all her hair behind her ears, as if she was stroking it on the tip of my heart.
The exposed side face left a smile, and every move was full of laziness caused by the full satisfaction of carnal desire.
Looking at her back, a strange feeling began to surge in my chest.
I know what it is.
But I didn't expect that it began to rise slowly less than half an hour later.
I walked towards her.She seemed to have not heard it, and was still immersed in her own world.
When I arrived at the restaurant door, I stopped, motionless, and my eyes shot straight towards her lower body.
At this time, her right leg bent slightly and her toes gently tapped on the ground.
Because she was leaning over, her waist sank slightly, and the bath towel that just covered her butt moved upwards. Her half-covered buttocks formed a graceful curve, which was displayed in my eyes together with the Yuhu.
Smooth and moist, a pair of pink lips with fat and tedious revealing a little bit of clam meat.
The Fengliu point opens and closes slightly, and the trickle rushes outward, flowing into the female, applying a bit of touching and charming to the rosy petals.
I was attracted, and I watched blankly, and the crystal clearness in the sun kept flashing in my mind.
Everything that was tender to her surged into my heart again.
The hot temperature, the tight wrap, the faint soft flesh, sucking and squirming, bringing me a numb pleasure.
I couldn't help but fall into fantasy, felt the pulsation of my lower body, woke up from my sleep, raised my head again, and prepared for the next charge.
Just looking at me, I felt like I was trapped in.
At this moment, I seemed to be struggling in and out of her body, and she was under me, like a tamed wild horse, taking me on the road of carnality.
You're out!?She stood up and looked back at me, and she was only happy in her words: Eat quickly, I just made it, try the coffee I made!
I hurriedly withdrew my gaze, showed a stiff smile, and sat upright across from her with guilt.
She put down the teapot and sat down openly, like a girl in a passionate love period, supporting her chin with her hands and looking at me with a smile, her eyes soft and filled with the smell of happiness.
Fried eggs, bacon, toast, and a cup of aromatic hot coffee next to it, a typical Western breakfast configuration.
It's already past four o'clock in the afternoon and it's almost dusk.
Facing this combination full of frustrations, I couldn't help but want to say something, but looking up at her eyes, I didn't know what to say.
The enthusiasm in her eyes almost melted me. If she had a tail, I think that tail should be swaying at an extremely fast frequency, almost catching up with the propeller of the helicopter.
Unable to resist her gaze, I picked up the coffee and took a sip.
The taste is really good, neither burnt nor sharp, and it is just right.
Unlike instant coffee, if you want to make your hand-made coffee delicious, you need to accumulate long-term experience.
Being able to make such delicious coffee in such a short time is enough to show her kung fu and her level of attentiveness.
The pleasure brought by Wei Lei cannot be hidden.
She read from my expression to the satisfaction, and she burst into an extremely bright smile.
Don't just drink coffee, she said happily, eat something while it's hot.
Um.
I put down the cup, picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into my mouth.
Crispy, toasted slices of bread, the fragrance is completely activated, and as I chew, the unique fragrance of the malt lingers between my lips and teeth.
I kept nodding and gave her a look of approval.
Her bright eyes began to flash in an instant, extremely moving, showing her inner joy and happiness without reservation.
I seemed to see the entire starry sky in her eyes, and even the night could not cover it up.
Since I was a child, I have never been looked at by such eyes, so I started to be stunned unconsciously.
Seeing that my eating speed slowed down a bit, she began to urge me to eat soon.
I woke up from the wandering and quickly stuffed the remaining bread into my mouth.
She saw that I was eating quickly and urgently, and she panickedly slowed down.
Seeing that the meal was more tired than going to bed, I couldn't help laughing.
Hearing me laugh, she suddenly realized that her performance just now seemed a little too far, and she couldn't help but turn red, she lowered her head shyly, pinched a corner of the tablecloth with both hands and rubbed it to relieve her inner embarrassment.
I quickly wiped out the food in front of me, picked up the coffee and drank it all, looked at the time, pondered for a moment, cleared my throat and sat opposite her and said: I'm having a meal.
Oh, have you finished eating?
Her answer looked a little overwhelmed.
It's getting late, so it's time for me to go back.
Don't sit for a while?
Her face changed, and she suddenly looked up at me, and the loss in her eyes almost overflowed.
It looks so pity-like, like an abandoned child.
I couldn't help but stare at her and couldn't help but fall into a dilemma.
Sit for another...
Let's sit for a while.Seeing me hesitating, she hurriedly took over the conversation, no need to worry, she came back only after laughing and laughing.
Oh well.
She renewed another cup for me and poured herself.
We sat face to face, looked down at our cup, and fell into a long silence.
During this period, I wanted to speak many times, but I swallowed it back when I got to my mouth.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward, almost condensing into pieces.
In the end, I fell to the feet of curiosity and plucked up the courage to ask her: I was yesterday...
you say!
She sat upright and reacted very much, which scared me so much that I almost bit my tongue.
How did I come here yesterday?
She obviously understood the meaning of my words, and the temperature on her face suddenly began to rise, and everything from her neck to her ears turned pink.
You...you...drink too much yesterday...
Um.
Then... you vomited... I'll clean it up for you...
Um.
You spit on your clothes...I want to wash it for you...
I'm really troubled you.
I smiled bitterly and said apologetically.
She waved her hand quickly, her big eyes closed tightly because of shyness, and she didn't dare to look at me.
Then, what happened later?
Later... Later...
Her head became deeper and deeper, and her voice became weaker and weaker.
Later... after washing... I saw you lying on the ground again... I was afraid you would catch a cold... so I wanted to help you get up... and let you sleep on the sofa...
Um.
As she told me, a picture began to appear in my mind: a drunkard, who had drunk too much, ran to someone else's house to make trouble at night, rolled around and vomited everywhere.
But her next story added a weird filter to this picture.
The rapid development of the plot really caught me off guard.
Me, just as I was about to help you up, you suddenly hugged me and started crying like a child.Her speech speed suddenly began to speed up, and she seemed very quick.
Not only that, this story seems more vivid than before. I can completely infer what happened last night from her now.
I was panicked at that time and didn't know what to do, so I could only hold you in my arms and try to comfort you.She said in panic, almost crying.
I frowned, looking very calm on the surface, but only I know.
At this time, my legs were too tight and I had already started to lose my strength.
Then what?I tried my best to control my emotions, but I was still scared by my hoarse voice.
After that, what happened?
After that... coax... coax...
The more she spoke, the redder her face became, and the lower her head became.
The voice is so weak that it is almost negligible that it gives people the illusion that it is not narrating, but conspiring for something.
So I coaxed it to the bed...
After the story was finished, she breathed a deep sigh of relief, like a little girl, lowered her head in panic, completely losing the courage to look at me.
And I, rather than sitting there, I was hanging on a chair.
Is this gone?
Um……
All right……
The answer she said was very different from my guess, but it was obviously not the answer I wanted.
At this moment, my mind was in a mess and I had no idea how to continue the topic.
After a lot of struggle, I decided to face up to the predicament in front of me and said in a tone of doom: What are you going to do next?Call the police?
Um?She let out an incredible hum from her throat.Call the police?Why?
Forehead……
I don't know how to explain it to her, but reason told me that it's better to handle this situation carefully.
The first thing I have to do is to find out her view on this matter before making a decision.
After all, you and I have this relationship.After listening to what you just told me, it seemed like I forced you to have a relationship.Legally, I have constituted the fact that I have committed a crime.I act calm enough as much as possible, but the despair in my words is still exposed. If you want to hold me criminally responsible, I will cooperate with you as much as possible.After all, this incident has had a certain harm to your physical, psychological and reputation.
Eh?She looked surprised and asked loudly: Is that true?
I can't guess whether this reaction is real or pretending, but judging from her performance just now, her attitude towards this matter was obviously more positive than I expected.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that the same is true.
She didn't say just now that she took the initiative, or I was the one who took the initiative.
Based on my understanding of myself, I was probably drunk at that time and couldn't even stand steadily.
She took off my clothes.
And I was dizzy and dizzy because of excessive drinking, and it was so uncomfortable that I should not have the intention to do such things.
But if she took the initiative, why did she?
She obviously remembers me, otherwise she wouldn't have opened the door for me.
Logically speaking, in the middle of the night, a drunkard came up to smash the door. Shouldn’t a normal person call the police immediately?
It’s not about relatives or bad things. Why should people invite you into the house and take care of you with great effort?
Also, since she remembers me, she should know my relationship with her daughter.
If she did it intentionally, how could she face her daughter after the matter was exposed?
As a mother, a brother who takes the initiative to devote himself to his children.
This is not AV shooting, who would do such a thing??
I can't figure it out, but the problem is right in front of me, and it won't work if I don't solve it.
What do you plan to deal with this matter?I asked as calmly as possible.
Do you need to inform Xiaoxiao?
Well... Her face changed and she looked very embarrassed.
Or... don't want it...
I felt relieved when I heard her say this.
Then we...
Halfway through the conversation, I stopped quickly and didn't dare to mention it again.
She didn't ask or say anything, but just fell into silence and didn't see any reaction for a long time.
I secretly looked at her expression and savored a hint of loss and sorrow from her pale face.
She seemed to be making some difficult decision, and she had found the answer.
But she was still hesitating whether to give the answer.
A drop of crystal flashed, hanging on the corner of her eyes, and more and more accumulated. I felt the bitterness and sorrow of reluctance from that glimmer of light.
Tears fell on the back of her hand, spread out, reflected in my heart, shining with stars like the Milky Way.
I remembered her smart eyes again.
When it sounded at this moment, there was not only starlight, but also a little tenderness was hidden in the darkness.
As a devil, I took the initiative to speak out and say a slightly frivolous joke to resolve her sadness.
No matter what, I still have to thank you for helping me enter the palace of adulthood.I had always been worried that I would live alone to live a long life, but I didn’t expect that I was still quite charming!
She was stunned for a moment, quickly looked up and looked at me in a daze, obviously not eased from the mood just now.
By the way, it's not too late.I said with a smile: If I don’t leave, when Xiaoxiao comes back, I will really not be able to explain it clearly.
oh oh.She stood up in a daze.I'll send you there.
Ugh, I looked up and down at her, deliberately staying between my chest and legs, and said in an exaggerated tone: No.If you go out and are seen by others, I will be jealous!
She first cast a stunned look at me, then she shuddered, her hands tightly protected her chest, and returned to her squeaky little daughter's behavior again.
Well, OK.Then I won't give it to you... She said blushingly.
You'll be slower on the way.
I focused my head and gave her a big smile.
Then he stood up cleanly, walked towards the gate quickly.
However, just as I opened the door and was about to take a step forward, she rushed up and stopped me anxiously.
I was shocked and turned around and looked at her for a long time, but she stammered for a long time, but in the end she couldn't tell me why.
Slow down the road.
This is her farewell word to me. I didn't say anything, but just smiled at her.
The door is tightly closed.
In the elevator, I fell into deep thought and recalled all the things she had when she parted.
Finally, I guessed that she wanted to say the sentence she wanted to say, but didn't have the courage to say it.
Will you come again?
It's just that I can't verify this answer with her.
Thinking of this, a ripples appeared in my heart.
Against this intriguing emotion, I unconsciously began to make up for it, wanting to give this question a relatively satisfactory ending.
Maybe... maybe...
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